"Here--'my husband will bring me to see you'-- who's her husband?
Has he got a name?
And a blank envelope to her uncle here, who's kept her in comfort for so long! And this is all she writes to me! Will any one spell out the meaning of it ?" "Dahlia was in great haste, father," said Rhoda.
"Oh, ay, you!--you're the one, I know," returned the farmer.

"It's sister and sister, with you." "But she was very, very hurried, father.

I have a letter from her, and I have only 'Dahlia' written at the end--no other name." "And you suspect no harm of your sister." "Father, how can I imagine any kind of harm ?" "That letter, my girl, sticks to my skull, as though it meant to say, 'You've not understood me yet.' I've read it a matter of twenty times, and I'm no nearer to the truth of it.

But, if she's lying, here in this letter, what's she walking on?
How long are we to wait for to hear?
I give you my word, Robert, I'm feeling for you as I am for myself.

Or, wasn't it that one?
Is it this one ?" He levelled his finger at Rhoda.
"In any case, Robert, you'll feel for me as a father.